A small selection of photographs from an exhibition and book titled The Elephant Pest Control Man, named after a story my Grandad (Papa) used to tell me. Focused on exploring, and sharing the incredible communities that come together and form themselves at times of need. My Grandad was diagnosed with cancer following a routine scan, and never returned to his home. Moving straight into a care home. Amongst the portraits in this project are the other residents, and carers who have become family to him and us.
Elephant Pest Control Man was recently exhibited in the Truman Brewery, Shoreditch. Click bellow to view the article that followed as a result.
Les, who was once a nuclear weapons tester on Easter Island many years ago. And was recently awarded a medal delivered to him in the care home. Les was, and remains a wicked drummer, choosing air sticks these days.
Jan, who belongs to a "family of care", and whose testament to her vocation goes beyond what I was ever expecting. Jan can tell you something special and unique about every resident who has lived in Adamstan during her time there, she remains in close contact with families of residents who have passed, and holds a part of them with her at all times. It only takes a few minutes with her to realise true care is not a skill you can learn.
Cheryl, a carer with more warmth and compassion than most people experience in a lifetime, and more energy than the Duracell bunny. My Grandad wakes up every day to "John, get your arse out of that bastard bed!", and he couldn't be more grateful for her care.
Tom, who was the first person I spoke to and photographed during this time, and I think we were both grateful for the experience, we chatted about life, and work, Tom said he could put a word in for me if I ever wanted to join the Rugby Union.